He guessed it all!
In the bridal chamber, red silk was hung around, and the lampshade on the round table spread the light, reflecting on Xue Ji's face.
There was no blood on her fair face. At this moment, Ji Ping'an seemed to be able to see the light blue blood vessels under her skin.
Ji Pingan was very interested, looking down at the "bride" in front of him, with a smile on his lips:
"It seems that I guessed it right."
Xue Ji wanted to defend, but realized that her performance just now had exposed her inner plan. This was indeed her original thought:
Try to deceive, temporarily get rid of the shackles of the Gu, and try to end your life.
This is also the only thing she can do in the terrible situation she is in at the moment.
Yes, it's ridiculous. Even suicide can only be done by luring others to attack.
However, perhaps her acting skills were too poor, or perhaps the lackey of the Demon Cult in front of her was too cunning. Her plan was seen through at a glance, so why would there be any need to continue performing?
Do you want this person to see a joke for nothing?
So Xue Ji laughed miserably and stared coldly at the man in the groom's uniform opposite. Instead of begging for mercy and trying to save herself through this stupid way, her eyes were contemptuous and decisive:
"just kill me."
Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I will help you?"
Xue Ji said indifferently:
"If you don't kill me today, I will try my best to find any moment of negligence on your part in the future and assassinate you."
This was not a threat, but a statement.
Ji Ping'an could clearly detect the firmness in Xue Ji's tone:
Yes, she may not be able to escape tonight's fate, but as long as she is alive, she will become a dagger that her "husband-in-law" will always worry about.
No one can always stay awake, and no one wants the person next to them to be a life-or-death enemy.
"You are trying to anger me," Ji Pingan's voice was still soft. He stood up slightly, and under Xue Ji's disgusted eyes, he leaned forward and leaned over:
"You think I'll be fooled easily?"
Xue Ji looked at the unfamiliar face approaching and turned her head away. The next second, Ji Pingan pinched her chin with his fingers and turned her head towards him inch by inch.
"Move that stinky face!"
Xue Ji was unable to resist, and struggled to no avail. She could only be restrained and raised her head, looking at the "heir of the calligraphy family" who was very close at hand. She breathed violently, her hair was scattered due to the exertion, and was stuck to her forehead with sweat.
In the clear black and white eyes, there is undisguised disgust and fear.
Ji Ping'an maintained his character as a "devil cultist" and said with a smile:
"What if I don't?"
Xue Ji stared at him coldly and suddenly spat hard.
Ji Ping'an was stunned for a moment, leaning forward and slowly standing upright. He raised his hand and touched the saliva from the woman in front of him, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.
There was a hint of annoyance in the raised voice:
"Okay, good, you're fine."
He squinted his eyes and said calmly:
"Do you think that I really can't punish you? Do you want to loosen your ties? I'll help you, but I would like to know how a saintly girl whose Qi Sea is completely blocked and who is weaker than an ordinary woman can kill me. "
Xue Ji's face changed slightly: "What do you want to do?"
Ji Ping'an held the puppet in his hand and gently poked the puppet's Dantian with one finger.
"Ah——" Xue Ji cried out in pain. She felt severe pain while maintaining a sitting posture, and her Dantian was numb.
In order to prevent her from escaping, the leader of the Four Saints indeed banned her cultivation. However, considering that following the team, she always needs some physical strength and some ability to protect herself, her power was not completely blocked.
But at this moment, as the numbness spread, Xue Ji clearly felt that her body was gradually thawing, regaining consciousness and regaining her autonomy.
However, the price was that she felt as if she had been hit by cartilage powder. She had no strength in her body and could barely sit still.
She wanted to stand up, but as soon as she did so, her legs gave out and she fell onto the bed.
"Don't come here!" Xue Ji warned in horror.
She immediately realized the other party's intention:
As long as her strength is completely blocked, no matter how hard she struggles, she will not be able to pose any threat to Po Jiu's opponent.
Ji Ping'an casually threw the puppet on the table behind him and smiled:
"I once heard that the saint of the Four Holy Sects in the past was taken away by the Great Zhou Imperial Master and kept in bed for seven days and seven nights. In this way, I am now comparable to the Great Zhou Imperial Master."
Xue Ji, who was almost paralyzed on the bed and unable to move, heard the word "National Master" and laughed almost nervously:
"Are you worthy?"
As if she had foreseen the fate that had already come, Xue Ji looked sad and spoke harshly:
"Compared with him, you are like a firefly and a bright moon. Let me tell you, the saint climbed into his bed willingly, but a demon sect maggot like you, except for the use of force, has spent several lifetimes. You don’t deserve to lay a finger on me!”
Ji Ping'an seemed to be smiling but not smiling:
"Willingly? The toy that you, the holy sect, hold out, is so conclusive, as if you really know the thoughts of the saint of the past."
Xue Ji smiled nervously:
"Of course I know, of course I know, no one in the world knows better than me."
Ji Ping'an walked slowly to the bedside, raised his hand and grabbed Xue Ji's embroidered shoes, took off one and threw it on the ground with a "click" sound, and then the second one.
The delicate jade feet were exposed to the air, but the tentacles did not appear warm, but rather cold.
As if holding a ball of snow.
Ji Pingan said "Oh" and said casually:
"Then tell me, why is she so willing? How is the Imperial Master of Zhou better than me?"
Xue Ji was still smiling, but her eyes were filled with tears:
"He is a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than you in every aspect."
Ji Ping'an kicked off his boots and slowly climbed onto the bed. He leaned over and stared at the limp demon witch in a red wedding dress. Through the clothes, he tapped her legs with two fingers.
Then along the crotch, waist and abdomen... and finally stopping at the neckline:
"Yeah, you are quite tough. I just don't know if your mouth will still be this tough later."
He pushed open the buttons lightly with his fingers, like peeling away bamboo shoots, unbuttoned the collar, revealing a smooth and white neck, and then pinched a black string around his neck with slight curiosity.
Gently pulling out a semi-circular "jade pendant" with dark green dense patterns and simple and exquisite carvings from inside his clothes.
The fracture was slightly rough, as if it had been cut off in the middle by a sharp blade, and only half of it was left, which was made into a pendant and hung around the neck.
Tears welled up in Xue Ji's eyes, sliding down to both sides along the corners of her eyes. She had already closed her eyes.
But the moment she sensed the jade pendant being pulled out, she suddenly felt a burst of strength coming from nowhere, and rushed towards Ji Ping'an, trying to snatch it away:
"give me back!"
At this moment, her eyes were full of ferocity, as if what she was robbing was not a jade pendant, but a life-saving straw, or a past that lasted for hundreds of years.
Ji Ping'an avoided it deftly, clenched half of the jade pendant tightly, his eyes became strange, and finally completed the final confirmation.
Of course, he would not be sure that she was the same person just because her appearance was similar to that of Xue Ji.
The previous series of words and temptations were not only a performance for the monitors outside the hospital, but also a final confirmation.
However, Xue Ji, who had fallen into a desperate situation, could no longer notice the change in the expression of the demonic cultist on her body. Instead, she was crazy, like a furious and desperate female animal.
Shen Ming scratched Ji Pingan's chest with ten fingers, bit his shoulder with her teeth, and cursed angrily.
Use the most powerless and embarrassing posture to make the final resistance.
Ji Ping'an let Xue Ji bite her in silence. He lowered his head and watched a piece of silk on his shoulder being moistened.
He looked at the demon witch with disheveled hair, biting him fiercely, and bloodshot eyes.
Feeling the pain in his muscles, the mask on his face slowly squirmed, restoring the appearance he had had in his entire life.
Then, under Xue Ji's gaze, she raised her palm, wrapped her fingers around her pendant, and hung the half of the jade pendant in the air.
Then, his other hand reached into his arms, and he also found half of a jade pendant. It was dark green in color and simple in style. The fracture seemed to have been cut by a sharp blade.
The two jade pendants collided together gently, and the fractures fit together perfectly, just like their original appearance hundreds of years ago.
Xue Ji suddenly froze, and her struggling movements seemed to have pressed the "stop" button.
He still maintained his biting posture, but suddenly blinked hard once, twice, and three times. As the tears in his eyes faded, everything became clear.
In the field of vision, there is a jade pendant that is exactly the same as in the memory.
And a young, unfamiliar face. It was not a "descendant of a calligrapher", but another unfamiliar yet familiar face.
He was looking at her gently and apologetically, that look was so familiar, it was clearly the appearance of someone hundreds of years ago.
A crazy idea popped up in Xue Ji's mind, and her whole body felt like it was electrified, but the guess was so crazy that she couldn't believe it.
Until a very low voice sounded in my ears, almost like a mosquito, a voice that only two people could hear:
"Xue Ji, it's me."
! ! !
At this moment, Xue Ji's pupils shrank suddenly, as if she was hit by a turbulent current. She subconsciously opened her mouth, her teeth stained with blood, and immediately shook her head:
"No, it's impossible, it can't be..."
Ji Pingan suddenly said:
"Whenever you finish telling your story, it will be your death."
In that winter of heavy snowfall, Xue Ji, as a saint, lazily conveyed this decree and started a story telling night and day for seven days.
Xue Ji was stunned and blankly repeated what the little military advisor once said:
"It's too cold. My cultivation level has been blocked. I can't bear it anymore. I want a jar of wine to drink."
"You can't take it out to drink. People will be suspicious. You can only drink it here."
"Good wine. Today, Xiaosheng will tell you a story about exchanging merit for 'wine'."
"Today's story is good. Here, take this elixir to keep out the cold."
"Thank you Saintess for the gift yesterday. How about telling a story about the world of ice and snow today?"
…
"My story is over, you can kill me."
"I changed my mind."
There was a brief silence.
On the wedding bed, Ji Pingan leaned over, looked at the woman beneath him, and said:
"We can go together, I'll get rid of the bugs for you, and you'll be free from now on."
Xue Ji lay on the bed, looking up at the familiar face that was so close to her, and tears burst into her eyes again, but she tried her best to bite her lips to prevent herself from crying.
Then, it became a thin sob.
It is impossible for any third person in the world to know about these conversations.
She opened her mouth, the saliva between her lips was sticky and elongated, her voice was dry and low, and she softly spit out two words:
"make a deal."
Ji Ping'an laughed, then lowered his voice and said, "Sorry, I'm late."
Xue Ji burst into tears.
At this moment, any words have lost their meaning. The thoughts that have been accumulated for hundreds of years and span life and death. After despairing and falling into the abyss again and again, the same person pulls him out of the abyss for the second time.
Everything turned into the tenderness and sweetness of this moment.
Ji Ping'an smiled bitterly and whispered:
"That's almost it, or should you cry louder?"
Xue Ji's eyes widened and she looked at him with some anger and grievance.
Ji Pingan had no choice but to point to the window and explain in a low voice.
There is surveillance... Xue Ji is not stupid, she is even smarter than most people. As soon as she mentioned something at this moment, she already understood everything without even needing Ji Ping'an to explain:
Since the leader of the Four Saints wanted to punish her and go to great lengths to choose a husband, he naturally wanted to make sure that he lost his virginity.
The old woman and others were watching outside to prevent accidents.
In other words, we must first find a way to get those people away so that the two can have a normal conversation. Otherwise, if the stalemate lasts too long, suspicion will inevitably arise.
Ji Ping'an lowered his voice: "We can make a show first to deceive them."
Xue Ji thought for a while, nodded seriously, then shook her head again, with a firm tone:
"Is it okay to do the fake show for real?"
Ji Ping'an:? ?
The next second, a gust of fragrant wind blew towards my face.
…
…
Outside the small courtyard.
The night was quiet, and the noise of the banquet in the distance was getting smaller and smaller. The old woman in gray clothes was almost close to the door, listening carefully. There was also a maid standing around, looking at her nose with her eyes, and her nose with her heart.
With the blessing of cultivation, the old woman could hear most of the sounds in the house.
Although it was inconvenient to see it with her own eyes, with the help of conversations and sounds, she could clearly imagine the story behind the closed door in her mind:
From Ji Ping'an's performance of exposing Xue Ji, to the threats, and the sound of shoes falling on the ground and the two climbing onto the bed, it was coherent and exciting.
The old woman couldn't help but sigh:
As expected of a scholar, he is very clever and very good at playing.
Then, when she heard the sounds of fighting and Xue Ji's curses, she even smiled happily.
Then, a series of sobbing and crying sounds came from the room, and then, after a brief silence, a sharp exclamation came out of the small courtyard.
The sound of silk being torn, the shrill cry, the cry of struggle and despair, and then turned into a murmur of pleas and sounds mixed with the impact of heavy objects.
The earliest curses and whines also turned into another string of tunes.
A group of maids outside the door blushed and were secretly speechless. The new uncle was so brave that he defeated ten guilds with one effort.
I really can’t tell...
The old woman in gray cursed angrily:
"Little Hoof, you pretended to be so willing to die rather than surrender, bah... I'm sorry I still believe you."
After saying that, she consciously made a mistake. She raised her head and glanced at a group of waiting maids, and snorted coldly:
"What are you still doing? Are you listening to music? Why don't you go back with me and report to the island owner?"
The maids hurriedly responded, and in the blink of an eye, a group of female cultists who felt that the dust had settled and their mission had been completed turned into a puff of smoke, left the wedding room, and rushed towards the study of the master of Qianjiao Island in the distance.
…
I had a friend's party yesterday, I'm hungover, and now I'm still a little groggy...
(End of chapter)
